Page 85 of Cold Hard Truth

Grabbing Sage’s face, I pull him off my breasts so I can kiss him. I need to feel his tongue tangling with mine.

We’re still wet from the rain. Water drenches our clothes and skin, and my back squeaks against the leather chair each time he thrusts in. I dig my fingers into his hair, scratching my nails from his scalp, down his neck, to his back.

The pain has him fucking me harder. But when I open my mouth to scream, he seals my lips to his. He steals my screams from the source.

The chair shakes under us, our bodies wet with rain and sweat as I slide up and down. But he doesn’t let me go, even when my head tips over the other side and he’sclimbed on top of me. He kisses my throat and bites my neck.

He fucks me, and I never want him to stop.

On a hard thrust, his knee slips, and it sends him so deep I’m screaming, so he pulls back. But while I think he’s worried for a minute, he looks down at me and grins when he realizes I’m flushed with pleasure.

“You want me deeper?” Sage pulls back, standing up and flipping me onto my stomach so I’m bent over the chair, and he’s standing behind me.

I look over my shoulder and grip the leather chair when I see his gaze move to the scars on my back.

“Sorry. We can—” I try to move but he stops me, holding me in place.

“You don’t have to hide from me, Lyla.” He brushes his hand over my back, and even if nothing can erase the physical damage, he sweeps the pain away. “I want to see everything when it’s you.”

His hands roam over my back, down to my hips, caressing my ass.

Leaning in, he brings his mouth to my ear. “You’re beautiful in every way. And no one can take that from you.”

I moan as he presses his hard cock between my legs, brushing against my pussy without offering me the relief.

“Better now?” he asks, grinning against my ear.

“Yes.”

“Good.” He lifts, once more gripping my ass. “I’ve fucking missed you. You’re the only place I belong.”

I nod, and he reaches between my legs and shoves two fingers inside me.

“This ismypussy.” He groans, pulling his fingers out and shoving his cock in. “My body. My home.”

He’s so deep that my body shakes at this angle. But he does exactly what he promised. He fucks me harder and deeper. His hands grip the hair at the back of my head, and he pulls me up. I’m arching so he can bring his mouth to my ear.

“You feel like heaven.” He thrusts in. “I don’t deserve it.” He hits me deeper. “But I’m going to take it anyway.”

Slipping his hand around my hips, his fingers toy with my clit. He grazes over the sensitive spot and my whole body shivers. My pussy tightens around his thick cock, and the pain of it rips my orgasm out of me. I’m screaming as he hits me deep over and over. Fucking me until we’ve started spinning the chair and his thrusts become uneven.

And on a final pulse, Sage releases inside me with the last shivers of my climax still rocketing. His body collapses onto mine, and his grip loosens in my hair.

He turns my face to bring my mouth to his, kissing me slowly, like he didn’t just fuck me senseless. A deep kiss I disappear into as he runs his tongue over my lower lip and wipes my wet hair from my face.

“I missed you.” Sage’s voice is nearly a whisper.

A broken confession we’ve been avoiding. A truth that’s been staring us in the face.

“I missed you too.”

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Lyla

“I’m a little exposedhere.” I laugh when Sage tickles me, running his fingers in the shape of a heart around my belly button.

“Are you cold?”

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